The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

October 12, 1998 "Is he alive or is he not?" I asked the woman at the reception desk, my voice sounding thin and scraped against the sterile air of the waiting room. She did not look up from the computer screen, her finger hovering over a key that made a small, sharp click. The room smelled of industrial lemon cleaner and old carpet, a scent that seemed to eat into the lining of my throat. I...

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